I'll spare you a picture with this post. It wouldn't be pretty. Really.
I watched Ben tie his shoes yesterday, my head pounding, nose clogged...and oddly enough, running at the same time, watery eyes, stiff, achy joints...all the makings of a poor, poor me. Dressed in a suit, ready to head out for an impromptu temple shift, I sat next to him in companionable silence. I had a split-second thought that he loves me just the same no matter how trashed I look. And I was so grateful. I sighed and said, "I love you, Honey."
And that was all. Grateful to be loved.
** In other news: I'm am pretty darn sure that Charlie broke his wrist today (dogs have wrists...who'd of thought?). My heart is hurting for him. Our vet is gone until Tuesday. I wish I could take away his pain.